NATALIE
“I’m pretty sure if you can’t find a way to keep your hands to yourself, everyone is going to know we’re more than friends before we get a chance to tell them.”
Tobias kisses my neck one more time before he unlocks his arms from around me and steps back. He’d been hugging me from behind while I cut up more limes for the margaritas we’re planning to serve.
“I didn’t mean you had to stop; I was just stating the obvious.”
He spins me around and pins me against the counter.
“Maybe we don’t tell them. Maybe we just keep being us and that’s how they find out. They just see it.”
He presses his lips to mine, his hand at my right hip gripping tight. The moment I feel his other hand touch my left hip; I push him back.
He was about to lift me onto the counter, and as much as I’d love to let him take me right here, right now, sex four times before noon is more than enough. Not to mention our friends will be here soon.
“You’re going to have to save that for later, Casanova.”
He chuckles, backing away and opening the fridge. He pulls out the premade mix from earlier and sets it on the counter next to me.
“We should cancel.”
I let out a laugh.
“We are not canceling. As much as I would love to let you strip me down to nothing right now, everyone loves your annual BBQ as much as you do.”
He huffs.
“I’m serious, Tobias. Although I personally enjoyed them when they were earlier in the year. Like June or July. Why is this year so late?”
He shrugs.
“I guess because even though I never admitted it, I hated seeing you and Griffin together. I would never not invite you, so the longer I waited, the longer I didn’t have to see you with him.”
It’s still mind-blowing how different our lives were just a month ago. I hate that he felt that way.
“Well, that’s not something to worry about anymore.”
“No?” he asks teasingly.
“No. All we have to worry about now is getting bored.”
I sneak a glance his way, but he doesn’t have a chance to reply before his front door opens and Zane and Willa walk in.
“Finally,” Zane says right from the start.
Willa sets a couple of bags of goodies down and gives me a hug.
“He’s been waiting for this night for months.”
Tobias slugs Zane’s arm.
“Miss me?”
“No, but I’m ready for some games and to name someone’s book this year.”
Last year, I was the reason Tobias lost. He’s yet to have a book release since then, but when he does have one ready, the guys get to name it.
They started this tradition around the same time I met Tobias.
